Won't you come to my secret garden?
On creating space to be a caretaker
The Return of Farmer Jim
chronicles of exiting hibernation
I Don't Have Many Friends Anymore
“Now, let me ask you this: have you thought about driving across the country?” He asked me after I told
"He's gone, and nothing's gonna bring him back."
Notes on hyper-expressivity, romanticism, and blazer idiots
Think of Death as a Friend
Most everything bit of wisdom I hold has come from death. It’s a morbid thing to say in our
I Won't Kneel For Their God Anymore
I sat in the pew, spiraling round and round with what I would do. This was my chance to take
"I Don't Think I Am Going to Make It"
A 21st Century Mantra for Mutants
"You Are What You Consume"
Reflections on Intergenerational Wisdom
A Multitude of Temples Await You
Further Notes on Grief as the Losses Continue
Societal Death Work
I rode the bike out to pick up Juniper. It was a cold March afternoon. Earlier that day during a